The Golden Greenhouse

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2026-08-23 08:25:41 -

The date was November 14, 1912, and the air in my office tasted of rust and old paper, a metallic tang that had become as familiar to my tongue as the ink on my pen. I sat alone in the dim light of the Imperial Horticultural Institute, the heavy oak door bolted against the cold November wind, while outside the city of Ashworth hummed with the indifferent rhythm of its industrial machinery. I...

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